Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Pakistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Japan,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.